Friday, March 30, 2012

Without Hope There Is Death

Even though I was physically spent I tried to be up and around early this morning to sell what I could ~ even if it meant going at the speed of a sloth on Librium, each step a little more painful than the other.

Today was another simply delightful day. Beautiful summer like weather. I drove to and from Alto to east of Ruidoso Downs hauling boxes of possessions, and tried to get the sale-able items somewhat arranged. I never realized that I had so many Christian books, boxes after boxes of brand new books and bibles.

By late afternoon I was in such pain I had to stop trying to carry the heavy boxes had to go and babysit two of the sweetest little girls , knowing that I wouldn't be back at the shed until after 2 am or 3 am. Having tried to transport everything from Alto to Ruidoso Downs I realized that this yard sale will not materialize without help, and I am too exhausted to go on. It's time to throw the towel in on trying to have a yard sale. It's wasting time when I need to get going in a different direction if I have ANY hope of surviving losing my employment, at the worst time of the year, while struggling without a home.

Why is this criminal afforded the comfort and stress free existence WE are paying for? There has to be someone related to Robert & Sylve Huckins must have some means to reach them, if it be Michael Huckins, Dr.Kenneth Ogilvie ( Diana Huckins? Dominic Huckins? Malcolm Huckins? ) or Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins and get them to return ALL of the money they stole from us so that I can buy a home and get our lives back. I am begging anyone in this family for help.

I don't believe I have EVER witnessed any none vio
lent crime that can be as devastating as stealing someone's home. I am walking in Dorothy McKeevers footsteps, day by day, month by month, year by year.

Liam Griffin, I sat in your law office with two witnesses as you gave me your promise, your guarantee, that our money would be returned before harm came to us.

Patricia Ogilvie-Huckins you were present the day I signed contract with your son. You walked out of the kitchen with Sylve Huckins and your son introduced me to you. He told you that I was the British horse trainer he had told you about, the one he was going to build the home and barn for. Why didn't you say something? There may be a rational and reasonable explanation but I have spent over 3 years, homeless, not understanding it. I understand it even less knowing that though I was a total stranger, both Dorothy McKeever and Sally Canning you KNEW, and you knew what your son had done to them and others.

Dr. Kenneth Ogilvie, I contacted you and simply a
sked for a reference, not knowing that Robert Huckins was your cousin. Robert Huckins had just stolen over $30,000 from the domestic violence shelter, HEAL, yet everyone was trying to hide it. There was a history of stealing large amounts of money. $65,000 PLUS from Nancy Canning. $89,000 PLUS from Dorothy McKeever, $45,000 from Francis McKinney. The list just goes on and on and on.
Because of Robert Huckins I ended up paying
$140,000 to be homeless.. sat in the cold, emotionally, physically and financially broke. In the middle of a recession, with no way to recover the stolen funds.

Today Robert Huckins has his own home...
He also has OUR home.....
He also has a lot of people's money...
And his freedom.

Women are not banks or loan institutions. Women should not be the source of a retirement fund for people who don't want to do an honest day's work for an honest day's pay. Holding women hostage while playing with the judicial system, a horrendous game of cat and mouse extending YEARS, with the victims whose very homes, families and stability are in jeopardy is cruelty, as cruel as a physical beating. It is financial and emotional RAPE. Homelessness is not justice. It is a slow, painful death.
Please, I beg with everything I have within me, pl
ease convince Robert Huckins to stop this torture and return the building fund he stole from us so we too, can have a home.

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Only the guy who isn't rowing has time to rock the boat. ~ Sartre